Untitled Song
• Written by wordsmith
i look in the mirror
what do i see?
the devils face
my fathers eyes
and my fucked up teeth
what does that make of me
the kind hearted boy that you see
who would do anything for anybody
my mind wonders wickedly
all 8 of my personalitys fall in line in the lobby
the devils face give the impression that no one can stop
this is simple
lets the words blend with the beat
high hats and symbols
of me getting closer to overcoming defeat
with the cards i was delt
hand me the hand and i
flip them cards myself
its not a problem
haven dreams of sellin albums
clearin off the shelfs
hopefully thats the outcome
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wordsmith
Member since November 27 2013